Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
A moment's reflection assured him that he could not be certain on this
point without examination, so he tore open her dress, and laid his
hand on her heart. It beat feebly, so he knew that she was still
alive, although she was crumpled up in a heap amidst the wreckage.
This knowledge restored Halliday more positively to his senses. She
was so dangerous that, even helpless as she appeared to be, he could
not tell what devilry she might not make use of to get the upper hand.
She still had the piece of steel tipped with the deadly snake poison,
and even a feeble woman could inflict death with that. The idea made
Dan search in her pockets to secure the subtle weapon of defence, but
even while he fumbled and hunted, he was pulled violently backward.
"Mr. Halliday!" gasped Mrs. Jarsell, holding a lantern to his white
face, "hold him," she added to a couple of men who were beside her.
"I've--I've caught Queen Beelzebub red-handed," muttered Dan, striving
to get on his feet, and thinking in a muddled way that Mrs. Jarsell
had seen the arrival of the aeroplanes, the battle in the air, and the
catastrophe. She must have come stealthily across the intervening
fields with her myrmidons, and thus he had been caught unawares. He
knew well that, once in her grip, since she was an accomplice of Queen
Beelzebub's, he could expect no mercy, and, what was worse, Lillian
would be in danger. He, therefore, in a weak way, fought his best to
escape. If he could only reach Mrs. Pelgrin's hotel he would be safe.
But the men were too strong for him, and he was beaten to his knees.
Then, what with, the hunger that gnawed him, the bitter cold, the
fall, and the general surprise of the situation, his senses left him.
He uttered a weary sigh, and slipped to the ground, limp and
unconscious.
Then, again, as had happened when Penn had drugged him in the
taxi-cab, he felt himself swallowed up in gloom; felt himself falling
interminably, and lost sight of the physical world and its
surroundings. To all intents and purposes he was dead, and from the
moment he closed his eyes in that misty meadow he remembered nothing
more.
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